Mike: When's Brick getting home?
Frankie: I think tomorrow. [door opens]
Mike: There he is!
Frankie: Hey!
Mike: How was the Jesus Jam?
Brick: It was good. I learned about the plague of boils, I memorized the Apostles' Creed, and participated in some rather ribald nighttime bunk chat, where I was informed that third base is quite a bit further than I thought. [Frankie coughs] But... you're never gonna believe who I met.
[After the doorbell rings, Frankie opens the door:]
Anna: How dare you let your son tell our son they were switched at birth!